Close, but not so much C10H15N1 as C7H5N3O6.
I'm not sure just who the Emperor was whispering to when I concocted my first batch, my 16-yr old self or the school's lab tech.
I'd found a rather nice book on organic chemistry in the library that walked one through the preparation of said chemical compound. Being somewhat of a trustee in those carefree days (when bomb-making and a keen interest in neurotoxins were regarded as normal, healthy hobbies for the young and enquiring mind), I had ready access to all the nitric and sulphuric acid, plus other sundries, that I needed.
One of the stages took a couple of days to work its magic and was deemed to be a bit temperamental, in that It required the chemical broth to be both kept cool and isolated from humans in case a funny look set it off. So, as it was Friday afternoon, I thought I'd stick it in the lab fridge and put a warning notice on it - just in case I didn't get to it first thing when school restarted.
Come Monday morning, I opened the fridge to find an empty shelf where my mix had been. My normally pallid complexion turned an even paler shade of white and I looked around *very* carefully to see where it had gone. After a few minutes of gingerly looking in cupboards, I concluded it wasn't there (the lab was, so that was a big clue), and set off to find the lab tech to see if he could shed any light on the matter.
Turns out the lab tech had come into school on Sunday to prep for something or other for first period. He'd taken one look at my notice, "Don't even breathe! Free Radicals at work", and thought it some typical left-wing student protest (yep, we had 'em back then, as well), so just dumped it all.
I turned yet whiter at the thought I might have blown him up if he'd come in earlier, and thanked God the reactions had completed by the time he came in. I said I'd sign any future warnings and suggested that, if he saw one, he should carefully close the fridge door and back away slowly, quietly saying Hail Mary's, until he was out of the potential blast radius. I was a *lot* more careful after that about ensuring I put things out of harm's way.
The Emperor, however, had not given up hope on such a promising acolyte and has visited me on many other occasions, with far greater success.